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Pat – (a Limerick by Carter)

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From the look on Carter’s face when he is required to do a writing assignment, you would think it causes him physical pain. But every once in a while I find something in his backpack that makes me giggle. The following limerick is one such thing. I hope it gives you a good giggle too.

And to make this post even more fun, I challenge you to write a limerick and post it in the comments. I will have Carter judge them and the winner will receive a fabulous set of gel-pens with which to write limericks until his or her heart is content.  Two rules. It must be funny, and it must be kid-friendly.

cat mouse

Pat

There once was a guy named Pat

He lived with his mouse and cat.

He couldn’t find his mouse.

He looked all over the house.

Then he found it inside the cat.

FYI – If you can work something about body noises or boogers into your limerick, your chances of winning will likely sky-rocket. (The judge is an 11-year-old boy after all.)

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Author: Kim Harms

I am the wife of a guitar-playing, worship-leading, adventure-loving husband. I am the mother of three incredible sons: two of whom recently surpassed me in height, and one of whom I am going to pretend is still my baby. I am saved by grace; a daughter of the King who was and is and is to come. *** I am a regular contributor at Today’s Christian Woman, a monthly blogger at Inspire a Fire and have freelanced for a variety of publications including Chicken Soup for the Soul and Guideposts. *** The 500 Dresses ministry that I started with my mom in 2010 is our way of answering the call to serve those in poverty.

6 thoughts on “Pat – (a Limerick by Carter)

  1. Carter, Your limmerick is SO enjoyable. I’m thinking about something that might be good enough to enter the contest… but thinking may be as far as it gets.

  2. There once was a young man named Carter
    And Carter was known as a farter
    He stunk up the place
    It was a disgrace
    But Carter considered it smarter

  3. The poet in me can’t help but give this a shot….

    There once was a boy named Carter
    He blew his nose harder and harder
    To get rid of his very big booger
    Careful not to cause to much humor
    Oops, he blew so hard he is now a farter

  4. Come visit my home with your brother(s)
    Leave your dad home with your mother.
    We’ll shoot some hoops
    and make some loops
    on the golf cart driven by Carter,

  5. This one is from Grampa..

    Grampa is an old man without class
    He’ll clear the couch by passing gas
    If you don’t like the smell
    He’ll think that’s just swell
    So be sure to bring your gas mask.

  6. You guys are all so funny, I thought I’d give it a try. (but I declare myself ineligible from the contest.)

    There was a boy with wet sweaty feet
    They smelled like rotten cow meat
    If I could bottle the smell
    I’m sure it would sell
    As a weapon to bring quick defeat.

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